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Pure : The American Dream
Chapter 1: The beginning It had been bittersweet leaving my family behind. We were about to go to America and not just to America but to New York. I had heard so many stories about America. It was the land of the free and the home of the brave. I could have the chance to become anyone I dreamed of becoming. As the taxi approached the airport the nervousness started to settle into my stomach as if I was about to throw up. I looked up at my mum. In my eyes she was the true definition of beauty and brains. Long curly hair that perfectly shaped her beautiful milk chocolate skin, slim body that definitely had snapped back after she had birthed me. She had this exotic look to her as if she was mixed with all types of ethnicity.My mother was not affectionate at all. I never understood why but in my eyes she was a Queen. A Queen that unfortunately didn’t know her worth. Instead of voicing my nervousness, I continued to look out the window of the taxi and didn’t even realize the taxi had came to a halt. We were going to America so my mother could be with her boyfriend. It was a drastic and very hard decision for her. For her to pack us up from all we have know our lives and follow a man she deep down inside new didn’t even deserve her on her worst day.As we walked through the airport, fear started to dawn on me. What if he kicks us out? What if he beat her like he did so many times before? I started to panic.” This was not a good idea” I thought frantically. “Mom, do we really have to move to America. What about Ma and Pa and all our family” I exclaimed. My eyes started to brim over with tears. My eyesight started to get so blurry.I didn’t even notice the huge suitcase they just put on top of my Porcelain doll, that my mother had just placed on the conveyor belt. I looked at my mum’s face as she told be to “be quiet and to hurry up”. I could see she was bothered but i guess the love she had for her boyfriend, gave her the motivation she needed to walk through the last metal dector. As we gathered our personal belongings, I noticed my porcelain doll coming through. I loved Sarah so much. My mom had bought her and had her painted to look just like me. As I picked her up and went to hug her, I noticed a huge crack from the top of her hair to her left ear. “Mom they broke Sarah!” I screamed. At this age, to me Sarah was pretty much dead. Her face was mutilated by the stupid security who threw a suitcase on her face. My mother looked at me and told me blankly to put her in the trash next to the x-ray machine.”But Mum!” I cried. “You can’t take that broken glass on the plane” she replied. I looked at her in disbelief. I slowly put Sarah in the trash as tears overflowed on my face. “ Sorry little girl” said a big heavy set bald security officer as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I looked at him through my tears and said “ok” almost so quiet that if the words hadn’t came out of my mouth, I wouldn’t even of heard it. We walked briskly to the plane as I cried over the pain of losing my favorite toy ever. “Sit”, my mum said abruptly as she interrupted my memories of when I first received Sarah. I sat down in the middle seat and looked out the window at the Tarmac. The plane started to slowly take off. As we climbed higher and higher into the sky. I looked down at my home, my country.I prayed for a safe arrival and that maybe just maybe my mum could find me another Sarah. Little did I know the beginning of the my life’s destruction was but only 22 hours away.
By Nicole Joy6 years ago in Families
Midnight
The wind came rushing towards me in a cold hard force, nearly knocking me off my feet. I was alone, completely alone. The grass was shining with the sun, but I did not feel the warmth that the sun always provides. I only felt the cold, damp wind around me. I didn’t know where I was, but it felt wrong to be standing here alone. My eyes were opened but I couldn't see where I was. it was like a sheet was placed on me and I couldn't get it off to see.
By Dana Bergstrasser6 years ago in Families
Just a Dog:
For part 1 and part 2. A little more about dad At 28, my father broke his back while hunting. He and a friend were on horseback riding up a small steep draw in the hills near our home. The friend’s horse stopped when he reached the top of the hill and my father’s horse, who was behind the friend’s horse, lost balance on the steep incline and rolled over backward on top of my dad as they both rolled down the hill, breaking his back. He told me that the only thing that went through his head while rolling down the hill was to protect the new rifle he had just bought.
By Frank Shaw6 years ago in Families
Parents Be More Aware
Hand-me downs were my friend. There was nothing wrong with that because at five years old I new my parents couldn't afford brand new clothes and toys. Fortunately, I was a child that appreciated everything and asked for nothing. I grew up that way of being nice, but, maybe I was a little too nice.
By Briahna Cunningham6 years ago in Families
Thank You For Being In My Life
It is that time of year for the united states, the thanksgiving wreaths are brought from the attic, the smell of pumpkin pie baking in the oven, the parades are starting to come together, and lastly, the family would usually gather around and share a turkey. However, this year's thanksgiving looks a little bit different. Hopefully, people will be smart about spending thanksgiving together. Anyways, with thanksgiving around the corner, it got me thinking about what I am thankful for. 2020 has been a struggle for all of us, some of us lost jobs, some lost the opportunity to travel. For others, 2020 was a challenge. A lot of us encountered challenges, which we have never faced before due to the pandemic. Despite the challenges and hardships I still have something to be thankful for. I am thankful for my family, I know this sounds like a cliché but it is true. Together we have been through a lot, we traveled together to many places. We took a road trip to California, we visited museums and explored beaches and new cities. One of my favorite pictures that I kept with me all this time is one, where I am with my sisters, they are both in colorful bathing suits and there's me wearing a pink tee-shirt that read California and there were palm trees printed on it and I am wearing red shorts. I don't remember why I did not have my swimsuit, but for some reason, I did not bring it with me to the beach. Even though it was clear we were having a beach day. We all have a smile on our faces and we are playing in the waves. It is my favorite memory of my family, my dad was taking pictures of us, my mom was watching us from the sidelines, but smiling at us as she suntanned. We would rush to the sand from the water and eat salty chips. We traveled to Europe together and for the first time in my life, I saw amazing cathedrals and salt mines. We went to Hawaii together before my oldest sister got married. Aside from the great trips, we took together my family was always there for me.
By Adrianna M. Braun6 years ago in Families
Sympathy for the Devil
The sun from my partially open venetian blinds woke me, a single band of light falling across my eyes. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at my alarm clock. 9:35am. I stared sleepily at the numbers, until jarring anxiety made me throw off my covers and jump out of bed. School. I was late for school! Why didn’t my dad wake me up?! The bus came at 7:30 every morning, I had missed almost two periods of class by now.
By Carly Doyle6 years ago in Families
Fear
When you fear something you gain appreciation over something else. It’s a given. If you fear death you appreciate life in some small way in the least. If you fear losing someone, you do everything you can to keep them because you start to appreciate some form of having them. Or if you don’t or can’t do everything you can to keep them you at least admire the small things about them, the things you are afraid to lose.
By Ashley Mattei6 years ago in Families
To Miss Evie
I will be loved, and I am loving in return. Your intentions in life right from the moment I saw your beautiful soul was taken away from you. Your entire world was gutted by the one and only evil and potent spirit of what they call the satanic scriptures and the Babylon of life. We did not ask to be born in such a hostile environment, for your intentions throughout life were always innocent and beautiful, you were given to the hands of the devil. You were handed in the palms of my worst nightmare and your living nightmare.
By Life of Melissaa6 years ago in Families
6 Tips To Know While Doing Online Shopping For Kid's Wear
For the last decade, the trend of buying things online has been increasing. The scope of online shopping has increased so much that now form a small thing used in the kitchen to high-end products, everything is made available on them. It has been concluded in some of the trusted studies that people mostly buy clothes from the online platform. Just because the styles and variety that is made available there, are not available in the offline stores. Even parents have started to buy their kid's clothes also from the online store. You can buy the best kids cloths online, which will make your little one also look stylish and up to date.
By theyouth1236 years ago in Families
